Friday, March 10, 2006
12:13 AM
So, anyway...
no referral.
We got more information and the delay is legit, so I can't be angry. However, I reserve the right to be grouchy. And I am definitely within my rights to be crabby. I sort of feel like Charlie Brown in his dejected phase, walking around, kicking at imaginary rocks, scuffing the toes of my shoes. I know that's incredibly dramatic and stupid, but it's been a long day, and knowing that the phone may not ring until next week isn't comfort. I've come to despise the weekends.
You know, I feel fine at night- I've sat with the emotions all day and I'm okay with it. But waking up every morning is hard because for some reason I go through the disappointment all over. I don't get that. Sleeping is supposed to make things better, not reset negative feelings.
And it's not helping that the phone has been ringing really early every day and waking us both up- we both leap out of bed, expecting the call to be The Call. We're always angry at the caller for not being the agency. Which isn't nice, but I must admit, the morons who call from The Police Advancement League (telemarketers that are unrealted to any law enforcement group in this country) deserve a little crankiness.
